ОУ74 - Рэппрессенто
текст песни

A heavy exhalation, foggy look on the ground.
He sleeps in appearance, but the dangerous smoke'r does not doze.
We are as much as in the week of the moon!
While people are drowning in beds - we smoke a stone under the oolun.

74 varieties! In the smoke and ash turns in a moment the hill.
Nature pleases: either snowfall, then rain;
And someone is barely alive, and his jivik pours out on the foil.

Weak - this is not a tractor -hut!
Young man, but there is no light?
For the scheme-this is hip-hop, Babe!
Sleep, children 3 bits, come on, remove Davis.

There is strength not just to convey yourself to the house,
And on a beautiful bit to swear ugly.
To the leaf without a sip, without makeup;
I am without rape, like a hungry dog, - on the street b fro!

Without rap,-I would be, would it be, would it be!
Without rap - I can not imagine this hole;
I represent Tankograd undegraund,
You can only imagine and sing
About your first lyama, okay?

Again, pleasantly smoked. Give five, brother!
He prompted everything to *yuhs here!
Sativa, placed everything in order.
This verse is fresh, like a couple of chewing gum.

Duty Free with vinyl cuts fried pork.
Chen poured
I swim past the background, already cheerful;
I catch my eye, I go with good,
But you see - not so happy.
These tirads are rubbed with the "Akhilezovs of the heel.
Do you inflate someone else? *Bannies.

I move along the route, I already took off the sample.
An empty pocket again asked a question on the anger of the day.
Rubbing this scene in a moment
I find myself where no one needs money from me.

Like - only rhyme! Shut up, don't stay
In no case, do not experience fate!
So vain, did not change twilight,
And the world hinted that it was easy to go crazy here!

Our studio is our cell in which
It smells of flowers - and this is not camellia:
Poetry itself, reading which - smoke
With faith that in the world full of art -
There are no hospitals and prisons!

My style is the ocean, not potassium.
Inspire these curses!
While the inspector without a vector orders Teriaki,
In the bushes, they are doused with blood, beaten maniacs.

Two *woven, half -bent, were weaved by,
Already not capable of anything here.
The street makes vibrations, boys stand at the entrance;
They have unity, they are not just hanging out!

I go to Chelyabinsk and think about concerts.
I go to where the church is between the shopping center and the circus -
There is a wonderful place opposite the fountain;
Shine spray, I am in a cut. Nirvana.

*out of the head, there is noisy, inside the creatures of reasonable
I lead harmony and sound, inciting from the siga on the go.
I exhale and blow, exhale and blow!
I'm going, not a panic - as if I know, what will be.

Brother, I remind you that the essence to trembling with a vesting;
Giving it to your people, what will you say about this?
We know, obviously in the mud, we are the brightest sinking the brightest.
The street spends Price, yes, I'm talking about hip-hop!

The gift of speech can mutilate the owner,
The assumed more than he is enough!
And remain behind, instead of a spiral -
By setting circles to your movement.

Once! The pastor takes his souls left the body,
It is obedient to the music to swing under Akapella.
Two! Az is responsible for words!
Three or four: EAW! Three or four: EAW!